Day/night owls of Dawson City

Dawson City was once a booming gold rush town. I’d visited other gold rush towns: Ballarat, Bendigo, Hill End, Barkerville; but this one oozed natural friendliness.

I stayed in what was once a brothel, an elegantly restored hotel. On my first night, I found it hard to sleep. Out the window ya-hooing persisted. Oh yes, I had to remind myself, I was still in the north. It was summer. It was twenty-four hour daylight. Only the souls in the graveyard seemed to sleep during this time of the year.